

Will Self Destruct in 5...4...and this peculiar angel she hides her wings from me no longer bumbling in my own true fashion, she saves me from myselfWill Self Destruct in 5...4...
I wish you could only see your reflection when you try its not much of a world, is it when even our identities hide their face from us wish you could see how exquisite the rage inside you glows
my better judgment instructs me to self destruct quite evilly I think youre ready ready to see my masks melt from my face and into the street
glowing red and brown and silver-green raining from this soul


False Idolsmy conscience betrays me, an unfaithful husband praised infidelFalse Idols
Ill pray to nothing if not your silhouette, your bright eyes
theyll find me lifeless, face-up in the street,
streams from so many twisting garden hoses to lift me up
not enough to keep me from the dogs.
my breath escapes me, a feral wind holy rhythm
and Ill pray to nothing if not your figure, my muse, your image forever ingrained in my catacombs
I am destined to be your phantom, the ghost, forever by your side
I can do no better.


Wastedthe lawn you're pissing on and my heart is the same you're pissing me offWasted
so go ahead, get wasted just make sure you offer to drive, and as fast as you can doesn't seem so important now as your severed head slides on the 405 across the path of a mini-van


Gamblingbreather dreamer deep in Nod sleeping beauty sees visions of peppermint shots I'll bet she doesn't know what gets you upGambling
burying your head choking yourself hushing cries in skin so soft little princess hides her wild in the light of day I'll bet she doesn't know what gets you off


Of Love and SkyAnd like a slow day you are bathed in sunlight; the moving hours revolving on your lips' weightless touches, eyes describing the afternoon.Of Love and Sky
Here I am peaceful and no one sees us behind our nescient veil.
Under these clouds I ask so you so many things, and listen for your stirring the way birds sing in the brittle sky.
Hushed words and unending bliss populate our embrace; and as the night clenches the horizon you come to me always; robbing me of sadness, replacing my longing with your impassioned se
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When two people walk far enough into the distance, they merge.
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Tragidy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.
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I live for the day I die.
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::With enough soap, one could blow up just about anything!::
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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Ever read any of my poetry? You may enjoy it.
You are a great writer. Keep up the good work, and if you have some spare time, I would love you to read some of my poems (though they are old and most of them badly written).
As soon as I find there's more time on my hands, I will read more of your poems. Untill then!
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